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Wednesday, December 22, 2004

More about exercise

So it’s only been three or four weeks, but my pants, which previously were just a titch too tight, are fitting normally again. But more than that, I am starting to see the two lines running on the outside of my stomach again. Sometimes when I drive, I rest one hand on my leg, so I can feel the new muscle that’s right above my kneecap. My thighs are now killing machines. I just want to start to see more muscular arms, which will hopefully be developing soon, because I sure do a lot of weight stuff for them.

I’ve never before seen actual results from exercising. Which is probably why I’ve never stuck with it before. There’s something terribly addictive about watching, and feeling, myself become stronger and more fit.

I even ran the other day. On the treadmill, and only for twelve to fifteen minutes, but since it was my first time, I didn’t want to overdo it so I’d get burnt out. The really bizarre thing—which I’ve never ever experienced before—is that it felt good. I could tell my body could have done more.

This all is just so fucking weird.


Blogger Megan said...

Babe, you really make me want to get back into fitness. I was at a point where I could seriously eat anything. Sigh. You rule.

8:13 AM  

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